I'm not asking for the garish neon of summer or intense pastel of spring, just the green of warmth, of hope, of a promise that world has not lost it's life just yet, but is waiting to awaken from it's slumber. And that I too will awake from this slumber... to come alive once more.
I have whispered green
I have whispered green
The grass so thick and lush like
velvet upon my bare skin
Prickling, tickling, touching
making its way in
I have whispered green
Into the sun and the forbidden
cracks in the broken asphalt road
Jutting, cutting, strutting
pushing through to the world above
I have whispered green
And broken free to the other side
and the thing that keeps me
rooted, muted, suited
in these too tight places is the earth that keeps me alive
I have whispered green
Sherry Lore 6-21-05